But here's the Rub;—when Parliament, serene,
Consider'd well, the business of Nun's-Green;
And by each house, most clearly understood,
That 'twas a Plan, design'd for Public Good,
They curs'd the names, and laugh'd at all the rigs,
Contriv'd by Asses, Geese, Frogs, Mice, and Pigs.
Paving and Lighting,
A NEW SONG.
To the tune of Chivy Chase.
God prosper long fair Derby Town,
And may it still be free;
From hellish plots of every kind,
Against its liberty.
A juncto formed of wicked men,
Though rich its true they be,
They'd rob the poor of Common-right,
That they may go shot free.
The Prebyterians Jesuit like,
The established Church took in;
To do the drudgery of their work,
And trudged through thick and thin.
Poor silly men to be misled,
By that deceitful race;
That would cut your throat behind your back,
But smile before your face.